Luyện nghe bài hát Solidified

Yeah you know the don't stop, never, never
As we on
With more of drama for yo' ass
{'She me why..'}

You niggaz startin somethin
and beefin with rappers, why our so violent
and so dramatic, the love?
Why go so much static
Is it real for real or all for
I'm like, you must be sick'
We gettin burned like the Waco kids
I don't to diss rappers for recognition
You better check the files: Infamous, on Earth, Murda Muzik
You can't be
We created this drama shit, we set the
We taught you niggaz bout diamonds and
And numerous ways we choose to funds
We veterans, we got a decade of
Niggaz done came and went, and we still
Our is carved in stone
Even the new know, we ain't no joke so

Let us solidify this - what's
We been this - but of course!
Lot of new rappers and young kids -
They all +The Infamous+ - but of course!
We been for music Dunn - c'mon man!
Who do it better us? - c'mon man!
Who continue to bang and That's right
{'She me why..'}

I ride around the crib I get out twice
without the headlights, case niggaz my whereabouts
Wanna, snuff me out, I finished with life
I'ma, thug it out, front you payin the
And I'm a nigga who can the dice, put up the crib

Won't sweat if I lose, bet your ass live
to collect this of mines, never that
I'm a loser the (?), reverse with hammers
Hit your mans up if they the issue
Some dead, the other half crippled, and I'm a with led
Lodge a slug in your abdomen, in the 7
in the stash box a rapper's best friend
Get it twisted and you WILL get twisted with biscuits
Make no difference my nigga, we handle
So please the questions they right in, front of your face
Homey stunt he to' from the gate, so

Nigga that you used to with turned on you
Idiots you used to rap with on you
Did you get juxed for half a mill' in jewels
at the video shoot? I tell you this
My stick-o's my stick-o
My man be my stick man 'til the tombstone (mmm, mmm)
You got rhymes? You got stomach for the
You got for P? I get my rocks off

Believe nothin you hear and only half of what you see
Niggaz never cooked in the kitchen and never heat
wanna be thugs but on the inside so sweet
Niggaz on they records but they never handle beef
Know nothin bout golden seal, your P.O.
Gave a dirty urine now you're a C.O.
F**kin right, I'm a man of the people but I will you
If you cock-blockin the paper the get real dude (so)